And he didn't like my cake.
He said my biscuits were too hard...
Not like his mother used to make.
I didn't perk the coffee right
He didn't like the stew,
I didn't mend his socks
The way his mother used to do.
I pondered for an answer
I was looking for a clue.
Then I turned around and smacked the s**t out of him...
Like his mama used to do.
AMEN!
Thanks Lynne for sending this
1 comment:
Reminds me of the old saying:
When Mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy.
When Papa ain't happy, nobody gives a shit.
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